Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-07-17

slower. From the ambling canter iSto
which at first she managed occasionally U
force it, and which is the best pacSto traNei
in South Africa, it continually collapsed
into a rough, short trot, wien was agony
In hsr. riding as she vs., ana from that
into a walk IndesS Just before sunset,
- I;ttIa af1ar - o'clock, the walk be-
- 6nsI &C last they reached the rising
a-orr5 H. stretched up the slope to the
Noo;s~46sin hill, and here the
- beast fell dow, utterly worn out.
fss slipped Of and tried to drag it mp, but
failed. II had not u yard of 20 lett in il.
So she did what she could, pulling of the
bride and undoing the girth, so that the
saddle would fall off if the horse ever
managed to rise. Then she set to work to
walk over the hill. The poor horse watched
her 20 with melancholy eyes, knowing
that it was being deserted. First it neighed,
then with q desperate effort struggled to
its feet and ran after her a hundred yards
or so, only to fall down again at last. jess
turned and saw it, and, exhausted as she
was, she positively ran to get away from
the look in those big eyes. That night
there was a cold rain, in which the horse
persisted, as poor horses are apt 10 do.
1t was nearly dark when Jess at length
reached the top of the hill and looked
down. She knew the SPOT well, and from
IL she could always zee the light from the
kitchen window OF the house. Tonight
there was no light. Wondering what 1t
could mean, and feeling q fresh chill OF
doubt creep round her heart, she scrambled
ON down the hill. When she was about
halfway down a shower OF sparks suddenly
shot M into the air from the spot where
the house should be, caused by the fall OF
a piece of wall into the s~mOuldering embers
beneath. Again Jess paused, wondering
and aghast. What could have happened?
Determined at all hazards to discover, she
crept ON very cautiously. Before she had
gone another twenty yards, however, a
hand was suddenly laid upon her arm.
She turned quickly, too paralyzed with
tear to cry out, and as she did so a voice
that was familiar to her whispered, missile
jess, Missile jess, is it you?" into her ear.
Il am Jantje."
She gave a sigh of relief, and her heart.
which had stood still, began to move again.
Here was a friend at last.
II heard you coming down the hill,
though you came 50 softly" he said; but
| could not tell who il was, because you
Jumped from rock TO rock, and did not
walk rs usual. But / thought it Mas q
woman with boots; l could not see, be
cause the light all falls dead against the
hill, and the stars are mol up. So got to
the left of your path-for the wind is blow
ing from the ~right-and waited till You
had passed ami minded you. Then | knew
who you were for certain-either you or
Missile Bessie; but Missile Bessie is shut up,
so it could not be her"
Bessie shut up" calculated jess, not
even pausing to marvel at the dOglike ill.,
stinet that had enabled the Hottentot to
identify her. what do you mean"
This way, missile; come this way and
| will tell you;" and he led her to a fan
tastic pile of rocks in which it was his wild
habit to sleep. Jess knew the place well,
and had often peeped into, bat never en-
tered. the HOttentOt's kennel.